“I dropped the vial in a good place,” the young woman said. “The subway, right during rush hour.”
“It’s done, then,” the doctor said. “See all that trash by the seashore? It’ll fossilize, and that will be all that’s left of us.”
“Not yet,” she said. “It’s been nice working with you, Doctor, but I’m actually with the FBI.”
“So what was in that vial, then?” he said. “No virus?”
“Just distilled water.”
“I spread some virus too,” he said as she handcuffed him. “So when the guards die, I’ll just show myself out.”
Sleepy Thursday night, but even allergy medicine can’t prevent flash fiction (though it may impact the quality!). Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: